It's not...nothing, exactly. It's why you put in a piece of yourself. [He kneels by the bowl that burned for his mother, pulling out a charred bit of sage stem.] This is sage. I don't...really remember if she liked it, but the color made me think of her. It smells nice when it burns. I wanted to give her something sweet. Or...make something sweet for her. Instead of just throwing something together.